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Rh Who suffers more; for this is fortune's way To win the wretched to their own again. [Enter Messenger in haste.] Messenger: O queen, while thou dost utter these complaints, And spend'st the precious time in useless tears, With weapons drawn the battle lines approach. The trumpet's blare incites to bloody war, And even now the eagles are advanced. The kings in seven-fold battle are arrayed, While the sons of Thebes with equal spirit go To meet the enemy. With hurrying tread, Now here, now there, advance the soldiery. Behold, dark clouds of dust obscure the day, And from the plain dense, smokelike billows rise, Which earth, beneath the tread of countless hoofs, Sends rolling heavenward. And through the dust, If terror-stricken eyes can see aright, The hostile standards shine; with lifted spears The foremost ranks advance; while banners gleam, Bearing the names of famous generals wrought In golden characters. Then haste, O queen: Unto the warring brothers love restore, Give peace to all, and by a mother's hands Prevent the conflict of these impious bands. Antigone: O mother, haste thee, haste on flying feet; Hold back their weapons, from my brothers' hands Strike down the swords, and 'twixt their deadly points Thy bared breast interpose. Then, mother, haste; Or stop the war, or be thou first to fall. Jocasta: I go, I go, and 'twixt their swords will stand, And there unto their points expose my life. And he who shall his brother seek to slay Must slay his mother first. At my command The son whose heart is moved by piety Will lay aside his arms; the impious son Must first make war on me. These fiery youths Will I, although a woman, old, restrain. Within my sight shall be no impious deed;